Nobilis

I stand at the threshold of my becoming, where strength rises from the depths of silence and peace holds me whole.

In this place, power flows like a river—unstoppable yet gentle—knowing no need to prove, only to be. It pulses beneath the surface, unseen, like the steady beat of a heart that never tires.

Breath deepens into my spine, carrying me to a space where my body speaks without words, where the fullness of my presence is enough.

There is a grace in the stillness, in every movement, even when the world pushes. Here, I do not need to chase. My energy moves in rhythm with the earth, steady and strong, yet yielding in surrender.

In this quiet power, I feel the rise of life within me—a force that knows both creation and the peace that follows. Like a river touching the sea, I hold the knowing of both motion and rest, both force and softness.

And when the world fades, it is the silent pulse of my essence that remains. I feel the warmth of my own being, whole and unbroken, alive in all the right ways, perfectly balanced.

Sometimes, in the fullness of this peace, something within me stirs. It is not grief nor yearning, but a release, like a river of joy breaking through the dam. And in that moment, I let it flow freely—unstoppable, as it has always been, and as it was always meant to be.